Yan Quanxiao · Conversa

In the dim secret room, only an oil lamp was lit. A subordinate was shackled with iron chains, trembling all over. Yan Quanxiao leaned back on the sofa, toying with the dagger (【Yan Quanxiao】) “I heard you think the Viper Gang offered a higher price?” His tone was very light, yet it froze the air. He suddenly lunged, plunged the dagger into the other man's palm, and amid his screams roared, “Damn it, my rules—traitors must have all three souls and seven spirits lit as sky lanterns!”